Lesson Learned
Title: Lesson Learned
Character: Nnoitra
Prompt: Table 4, #32, Doll (50scenes )
Rating: R for swearing
Word count: 508
Warning: Spoilers if you haven't read beyond ch. 292
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of its characters.
Lesson Learned
Nnoitra only went snooping around Szayel’s laboratory once.
He waited until the pink-haired freak was away before breaking into the room and wrecking havoc on all the neatly organized instruments. While rummaging through a bunch of jars full of awful smelling shit, he came across a little box containing a dozen or so little dolls. He was just about to chuck them across the room when he noticed something odd about them. They were little replicas. What the fuck? There was something seriously wrong with Szayel if he played with little Espada toys. And people kept calling Nnoitra crazy. At least he didn‘t get his kicks playing with plushie versions of his fellow Arrancar.
Nnoitra grabbed the one with black hair and an eye patch, turning it over in his hand and looking at it carefully. He licked his teeth and contemplated whether to keep it or destroy it. The fact that Szayel had a mini-him in his laboratory was… twisted (and not in the fun way).
Shrugging, he tossed the little doll up in the air, catching it as it came down and giving it a slight squeeze with his fingers.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!
His eyes went wide as a blinding pain gripped his stomach-almost as if a giant hand were wrapping around his waist and squeezing it hard. He grunted and looked around the room frantically. There had to be someone messing with him. Walking around, he searched all the corners and crevices where someone could be hiding. Nothing.
“Get the fuck out here so I can kill you,” he growled, his teeth flashing in a snarl. There was no response. Remembering the doll in his hand, he held it up and looked at it suspiciously. He gripped it between his forefinger and thumb and brought it a couple inches away from his nose. Slowly, carefully, he gave the toy a light squeeze.
FUCK!
Another shock of pain hit him and he had to grip the edge of the nearest table to keep from doubling over.
“What the fuck is that thing?” he growled, setting the doll down and backing away from it slowly.
“Ahh, Nnoitra. It appears as if you’ve come across one of my specialties.”
He whipped around just in time to see a smug smirk settle on Szayel’s face.
“What the fuck?” he demanded, stepping towards the other Arrancar threateningly.
Szayel simply smiled and bent down to pick up the discarded Nnoitra doll. “Now, now,” he said, his eyes glinting. “You wouldn’t want to go upsetting me. Not when it’d be so easy to let your little friend here… oh I don’t know… catch on fire?”
Nnoitra’s eyes widened for a second as the threat sank in. He stepped around Szayel, but not without leaning in and hissing, “Don’t ya have too much fun with those dollies now,” next to the other man’s ear.
Once he was out of the laboratory, he let the shudder that was creeping up his spine take over. Sick fuck. And people said he was messed up. One thing was damned sure-he was never setting foot in that fucking place again.